A Night on the Road

It's been a long day. You walk up to your hotel room, #228. You're spending the week working out of your company's field office in LA. You open the door and walk in. It's just like every other mid-level motel you've ever stayed in. Faded red carpet, furniture that's seen better days, stains you don't care to know about and the lingering smell of stale smoke. You wish the company would spring for at least a Hyatt... but you're just glad to be done with the workday.

You pull off your shoes and sit down on the bed.

You reach for your cigarettes and pull one out. You bounce the filter against the pack twice and reach for the remote. News.

You put the cigarette in your mouth and reach for your lighter. You pat both pockets. You cant find it.

You panic - that's your lucky lighter! You've had it for years! You remember exactly where it is - you left it in the office you had been using all day. Right on the desk. Idiot! You reach next to the table next to you and grab the hotel's matches. You light your cigarette wondering what you should do.